Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of MexicoBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
History
Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of Mexico
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Juvenile fiction
Cutting fiercely at the enemy, he made a path for himself, while his
free arm clutched one of the men who was in the act of clambering over.
Then his foot went up to the jar, and he threw all his weight downward.
The thing toppled over, and then suddenly bounded down the steps,
followed by the one which Tamba had taken in hand. But that was not
sufficient. Roger moved to the third, and sent it flying. Then he threw
his sword over his shoulders, and leapt down the steps. But there was
no need for him to strike at a single Mexican, for fierce though these
men were, and doughty fighters as they had proved themselves to be when
opposed to the Spaniards, the sight of Roger brought fear to their
minds, and his extraordinary methods of warfare astounded them. They
were nonplussed and disheartened, and this last measure of defence cowed
them. Indeed, fortune on this dark night had been on the side of those
who held the steps, and the very vases aided them. Toppling over, they
bounded down the steps, carrying some of the men with them. But the last
struck against an edge, and fractured into pieces, the earth and the
plants being shot out into the enemy. In an instant Roger picked up the
larger pieces, and flung them after the Mexicans, while Tamba raced back
for an armful of bricks, and hurled them down the steps. There was a
series of loud bangs, a chorus of shrieks, and the Mexicans were gone,
their flight being accelerated by the missiles which the two above
poured upon their heads. Indeed, once they had reached the court below
they raced to their houses, saying that the white man, the giant who had
come amongst them, was a god in no way less than their own deities.
"That ends the trouble for to-night," said Roger, with a hearty laugh,
for he was beginning to regain his assurance, and numbers no longer
troubled him as they had done a few hours before. "We can sit down and
rest, and, by the way, I think I am hungry."
"Then I will fetch food and water, master. Sit here till I return. I
will go to our lodgings quietly, for it will be as well to see how our
prisoners are behaving."
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